Whether it was the immortal elder of the Long family, Jin Long, or the armor worn by the maiden clad in feathers, both were life-saving measures capable of withstanding the suppression of the magical hand and being activated simply by a single divine awareness—far more refined and powerful than ordinary divine arts or artifacts. Jin Long raised his golden head, and as a radiant golden glow surged through his entire body, a column of golden, misty light—thick as a serving bowl—erupted and struck the colossal magical hand, vanishing instantly upon impact. After this strike, Jin Long seemed to have expended all his spiritual energy, fading into a blurred form and then dissolving entirely. The five-colored armor on the maiden shimmered with a cascade of crystalline light, suddenly coalescing into a towering sword-shaped shadow above her head, stretching over fifteen zhang in length—clear and luminous. It flashed once and transformed into a ribbon of vibrant five hues, cutting through the celestial magical hand. A thunderous roar erupted! The vast, dark magical hand, which had previously enveloped half the pond, trembled violently and then became hazy, its immense force noticeably easing. Though the colossal force only weakened by a few degrees and lasted just a fleeting moment, the陇 family elder and the maiden in the feathered robe—both renowned combined cultivators with years of distinguished experience—were blessed with the true dragon and phoenix bloodline, possessing far surpassing powers compared to ordinary cultivators of the same level. Naturally, they could not afford to miss this golden opportunity to break free. The old patriarch of the Long family did not intend to flee immediately—he deeply understood that facing a Magus Saint Ancestor, such a course of action would only hasten his own demise. Thus, after taking a deep breath, he shook his sleeves and released seven or eight objects of varying forms, some transforming into streaks of dazzling rainbow light, others swirling into clusters of ethereal radiance, circling around him in an unceasing dance. Among them, a jade seal only a few inches in size and a golden ring the size of a clenched fist immediately burst forth with brilliant luminescence, their radiance subtly causing the surrounding celestial and terrestrial vital energies to leap and surge, as though they were genuine heavenly treasures forged in the time of Xuan Tian. It appeared that, in his desperate effort to survive, the old patriarch had truly drawn upon even his most precious, long-kept treasures. On the other hand, the young lady in the feathered robe took a completely different approach. Her five-colored armor merely shimmered with a vibrant cascade of light, then surged rapidly toward her back. With a soft "pff" and "pff," two massive feathered wings, each stretching several dozen feet in length, materialized behind her. These feathered wings, adorned with vibrant, multi-colored plumes stretching several feet in length, also feature a cluster of ever-shifting, ever-changing light flames at their tips. Upon a gentle tremor of the wings, the two clusters of light burst outward with a thunderous "boom," igniting into countless scattered flames that blaze across the entire pair. Instantly, the colossal wings radiate a splendid glow, transforming into a pair of blazing flame wings—remarkably impressive! The young maiden in the flowing robes, her expression cold, issued a sharp, delicate cry. With a powerful flap of her flame wings, intense ripples surged forth—so powerful that the surrounding void seemed to collapse and warp, forming a luminous, hazy aperture at the center, spanning a diameter of ten zhang. In the next moment, her form blurred and she vanished into the aperture. The young man in the black robe, observing the elder of the Long family and the maiden's feats from above, his eyes sparkled with quiet admiration—no longer surprised, but rather delighted: "Indeed, I had thought you would dare venture deep into the Sacred Realm's forbidden heart with such a level of cultivation. It seems you have inherited some genuine spiritual lineage." Hmph, true dragon and celestial phoenix! This is one of the most renowned entities among the true spirits. As for your two true bloodlines, I shall not hesitate to claim them. As soon as the words left my lips, the black dagger hovering just in front of me flickered once more, then flashed twice. The elder of the Long family gasped, his form suddenly rocketing backward. Several treasures before him resonated fiercely, each bursting forth with brilliant, piercing light, instantly enveloping his half-dragon form. A sharp tearing sound erupted! The entire glow suddenly indented inward in a large section, then underwent intense tremors, followed by a series of powerful resonances—seeming as though an invisible force had struck it hard. After flashing several times, several of the treasures burst into brilliant, radiant spirals of light, shattering completely. Only the jade seal and the large golden ring remained, radiating astonishing luminescence, as though struggling desperately to hold on. The elder of the Long family was stunned, instantly pressing a series of swift hand seals, then opening his mouth to expel two streams of white vapor that flashed in and instantly merged into the remaining two treasures. The light radiance emanating from these items surged and stabilized once more. At the same time, at the hazy, translucent opening, a deep rumble echoed, and a black thread vanished into the hole, causing it to tremble and suddenly split open from the center. Almost simultaneously, from a space some fifteen zhang away, a sharp, startled cry of surprise and anger rang out, accompanied by a terrifying wave of energy. The vanished black thread suddenly shot forth from the void, followed immediately by a massive, swirling mass of five-colored flames. Within this brilliant blaze stood a graceful figure with immense flame wings extending from her back—the very young woman clad in five-toned armor. Yet now, her gaze fixed upon the young man in black robes was filled with fear, and one side of her shoulders was bare, her arm having mysteriously disappeared. That black line not only shattered the spatial secret technique the young woman had just cast, but also, through an astonishing feat of power, severed her very body in two, even as it had vanished into the void. Had she not, at a crucial moment, suddenly recalled her substitute sacrifice technique—voluntarily sacrificing one of her arms—the outcome would have been no different from that of the thousand-year-old holy maiden, who would have perished utterly. The feather-robed maiden quickly glanced over at Long family's elder. To her dismay, he was pale as a sheet, though his composure remained steady, his eyes betraying deep fear. Her heart sank, and hope dimmed. At this moment, the black-robed youth in the sky, having seen that all his attacks had failed, was initially surprised, but then immediately scoffed, lifting one hand and grasping the dark dagger with a single motion. Upon seeing this scene, the Long family elder, who had been observing from afar, grew visibly alarmed. Clearly, the next strike from this magical realm's sage-ancestor would not be as lightly handled as the previous one—their chances of successfully parrying it were certainly slim. As both of them stood breathless, the young man in black robes frowned slightly, then with a flick of his wrist, he upright his dagger. Immediately, a series of ancient silver characters shimmered along the blade's surface, trembling gently before erupting into a column of black light that surged straight upward, vanishing in a flash beyond the sky. At that very instant, a thunderclap roared overhead! The azure sky directly above the pond suddenly burst into fierce winds, and then a vast black void appeared in mid-air. A biting, icy breeze swept through, followed by a surge of dark magical energy flowing out of the hole—so vivid and alive it seemed to breathe—then coalescing into dozens of large, distinct black glyphs, numbering over a hundred. Without hesitation, the young man in black robes simply pointed his finger at the sky. After rotating swiftly, the black runes seemed drawn by an unseen force, transforming into black meteor-like streaks that plummeted from the sky and vanished entirely into the black dagger. Originally no more than half a foot long, the dagger emitted a resonant, clear chime as it absorbed these dense black runes. Silver inscriptions shimmered across its surface, then suddenly swelled dramatically. In a flash, it expanded into a massive black sword several zhang long, glowing with dark magical radiance. The young man in black robes held the sword's hilt with one hand, coldly glanced at the elder of the Long family and the young lady in flowing robes, then suddenly uttered the character "Chop." The great sword trembled and slashed through the void, instantly unfurling a crescent-shaped wave of deep black light stretching over fifteen zhang. The elder of the Long family and the young lady in flowing robes were momentarily stunned, preparing to summon all their inner magical energy to combine their efforts. Yet, upon seeing the direction the black light was heading, their expressions instantly grew strangely puzzled. The dark, shimmering light did not rush toward them but suddenly changed course mid-way, curling sharply toward one side. Its target was clearly the dark magical flame that had just engulfed Han Li. Since that flame had first enveloped Han Li, it had remained silent, its intensity unchanged. Now, after the young black-robed figure unleashed such a powerful display, the flame showed no sign of attack whatsoever. At that very moment, a ripple of vibrations surged throughout the surrounding void of the black magical flame, and countless black filaments materialized silently, weaving and shimmering together to form a vast black net that instantly contracted, shrinking with lightning speed. "Seal," a deep, resonant voice erupted from within the flame, followed by a sphere of purple light that shot out and spun rapidly, gradually transforming into the character "Seal," which then burst open spontaneously. As a wave of unusual vibrations spread outward, the air near the flame instantly became dense and still. The rapidly shrinking black net trembled slightly, revealing brief hollows, but these quickly vanished as a flash of black light restored its integrity. Yet during this brief pause, a thunderclap rang out, and a strand of silvery-white light flashed through the opening, then surged forth with a sudden motion, materializing precisely between the old master of the Long family and the young maiden in flowing robes. Golden arcs spiraled around his body, and a pair of shimmering green-white thunder wings behind him roared continuously. With a serious gaze fixed upon the young man in black robes, he was none other than Han Li!